Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen and Zhen Arc stumbled all the way towards the source of the disturbing evil power.

The closer Joan of Arc got, the paler her face became, and the palms holding the staff were filled with cold sweat.

She unconsciously grabbed the corner of Wu Hen's clothes, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Hey, Miss Jeanne, what are you doing?"

Wu Hen felt the tug at the corner of his clothes and turned around to see Jeanne grabbing him nervously.

Those big watery eyes were filled with panic and helplessness, and he couldn't help but tease, "Don't worry, this young master is determined to become the strongest man, and he will definitely protect you!"

Jeanne was already nervous, and after being teased like this, her cheeks instantly turned red like a ripe apple. She said coquettishly, "Who, who wants your protection! I just... just..."

"Just what?" Wu Hen looked at her shy appearance, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but want to tease her.

However, before he could ask, a powerful pressure suddenly descended and instantly enveloped the entire ruins!

"Not good!" Wu Hen's face changed. The pressure was so strong that he even felt a little suffocated!

"boom--!"

With a loud bang, the space in front of the two people's eyes distorted, and a huge black vortex appeared out of thin air, as if connected to the abyss of hell!

"What is that?!" Joan of Arc exclaimed and subconsciously hid behind Wu Hen.

Wu Hen did not answer because he didn't know what it was.

But he could feel that an extremely evil and powerful force was surging out from the vortex!

The next moment, a huge demon phantom slowly emerged from the vortex!

The demon god was a hundred feet tall, his whole body burning with flames, his face was hideous and terrifying, and his pair of blood-red eyes stared at Wu Hen and Jeanne d'Arc, as if he wanted to eat them alive!

"What kind of monster is this?!" Joan of Arc's face turned pale, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Wu Hen also felt tremendous pressure. The pressure emitted by this demon was even stronger than all the enemies he had encountered before!

"Human, how dare you trespass into my territory and disturb my deep sleep..." The demon's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell. "Are you ready to face death?"

Wu Hen took a deep breath, protected Zhen Arc behind him, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"I am..." The demon's voice was filled with anger and disdain, "The demon who controls death—Azazel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Azazel suddenly opened his bloody mouth, and a terrifying black flame gushed out, instantly swallowing Wu Hen and Jeanne!

"Wu Hen——!" Joan of Arc screamed in despair.

However, at this moment, a strange smile quietly appeared on the corner of Wu Hen's mouth...

"Haha, Demon God? I really haven't exercised in a long time..."

The black flames devoured everything. Joan of Arc closed her eyes in despair, her mind filled with Wu Hen's cynical smile.

Is it...

He died just like that?

However, the expected severe pain did not come.

Joan of Arc opened her eyes cautiously, but saw an unbelievable scene: Wu Hen was standing behind the demon phantom unharmed, with a smile that seemed to be asking for a beating hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"That's it? I thought it was something powerful, but it turns out to be just a projector. It's so fancy." Wu Hen clapped his hands with a look of disgust.

"You! Despicable human! How dare you sneak attack the great Azazel!" The demon phantom roared angrily, and his huge body turned awkwardly, trying to attack Wu Hen.

"Hey, stop accusing me. It was obviously you who started it first. I was just defending myself." Wu Hen easily dodged the attack and did not forget to make a joke.

Seeing Wu Hen's effortless appearance, a trace of admiration flashed in Zhende's eyes. She asked nervously, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Wu Hen turned to look at Zhen Arc, his gaze lingering on her worried face for a moment, the smile on his lips gradually turning playful: "What do you think?"

Joan of Arc's cheeks instantly became hot. She lowered her head in panic, not daring to look directly into Wu Hen's eyes.

"Don't worry, I don't even care about this kind of stuff." Wu Hen said, his eyes suddenly became sharp. "But... if we want to completely deal with it, we still have to..."

He paused, a mysterious smile forming on his lips, "...it'll take some special means."

"Let me show you what 'returning the favor in your own way' means!" Wu Hen quickly formed seals with his hands, and golden light shone brightly around him. A huge golden formation unfolded under his feet.

"Holy crap, what a crazy move!!" Even the projection of Azazel was stunned. As a demon god, it had seen countless storms, but this was the first time it had seen such a weird move.

"Anything produced by the system must be top-notch!" Wu Hen smiled evilly. "Suck it up!"

I saw the golden formation spinning wildly, like a huge black hole, swallowing all the black flames spewed out by Azazel!

"Ah... my power..." The projection of Azazel let out a shrill scream, and its huge body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, with a "bang", it exploded into countless points of light and dissipated into the air.

"Phew, done!" Wu Hen clapped his hands, looking relaxed.

"Wow! You are so awesome!" Joan of Arc looked at Wu Hen with admiration, her eyes seemed to be twinkling with little stars.

However, before the two could celebrate their victory, something unexpected happened!

The surrounding space shook violently, and dozens of smaller demon phantoms appeared out of thin air, surrounding Wu Hen and Jeanne!

"Damn, are you serious?!" Wu Hen's face changed slightly. Although these little demons were not as strong as the big guy individually, they were more numerous and their attack methods were strange and unpredictable, making it difficult to defend against them.

"Don't be afraid, hide behind me!" Wu Hen protected Jeanne behind him, his expression serious. "Today, I'll show you what it means to be possessed by the God of War, a single man standing guard against ten thousand!"

As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands, and a hero cannot fight a pack of wolves. Even someone as strong as Wu Hen gradually felt powerless in the face of such a large number of demons.

At this moment, Wu Hen caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and saw some strange runes carved on the wall of the ruins!

"Those are..." Wu Hen's mind moved, and a bold idea came to his mind, "Could this be the key to breaking the deadlock?"